The old mirror was before me, even when we bought this house this mirror was always here, but that wasn't important, what was important now at this very moment is to figure out how I look.
"Ok if what I'm thinking is correct then my true form should never be revealed to others, and as such, that's why others see me in a different light, meaning my very existence is a lie, I could look at this as a secrete that should never be discovered."
So with that said I took a deep breath as I walked toward the full-body mirror at the end of the room, one step at a time, and when I reach it, I was surprised to see the form that I took, no!... this was something beyond even me.
"¡What the hell is this?!"
I asked with great horror and confusion, baffled by my current form, what is it you might be asking; well it's simple, when I look in the mirror I found nothing, yes I had no reflection, it was as if my power is hiding my figure even under the gaze of a mirror.
"Then does this mean that even I am not allowed to gaze on my true form?"
The question was rather interesting, but overall nothing was more interesting than this new body of mine, seeing that it is an entire mystery on its own, normally from what I can garner by the inherited title alone, I have concluded that the power of secrets is more like an unfair game of hide-and-seek.
The seeker is my observer, and the hider is me the unobserved in plane sight, honestly speaking I was a little confused about this power, and what uses it has combat-wise, even now I can only use this to manipulate others to my whims, or maybe use it as a superb defense.
No one wants to hurt those they love, after all, maybe they are way more to the power of secrets than I originally thought, but with the little information, I possess this is might be my limit, I can't grow any further than here for the sole reason that I lack information in the art of magic.
I do solemnly believe there is way more to magic than mere types or supernatural powers that can't be explained, there has to be because this world is full of secrets, I can't tell how I know this, but I feel like this is my new power reacting to the world itself.
I have a feeling, an urge, a goal that this new body can't help but surrender to, yes it's like it's calling me, the secrets of the world, it's like all the mysteries veiled by the essence of time are waiting for my arrival, are waiting for me to open pandora box to dwell in the forbidden.
"Hahaha. This is amazing, I honestly feel motivated to reach new heights even now, but to do that I must cleanse my mind of distraction, transcendence first, romance last, sorry big brother Alexander I have a goal in life that I want to reach, no matter what, but to reach said goal, I must cast aside all lustful desires, all childish behaviors, along with everything else that might be a distraction, I was given an impossible task by troublesome existence to kill a God, but to do that I must focus on my studies, and work hard to reach the realm of Godhood, that's why I feel motivated to go to school now."
"Ahaha. Kyayahahaha... Such beauty, such passion, such love, to reach the summit one must be willing to burn in the ashes of their efforts and hard work, and that's exactly what I'm going to do, ah. What beauty, what dream, what immaculate desire, yes I will do it, I will reach the top, I will be the best there is, to reach perfection one must embrace their imperfection."
I said out loud to myself, completely unaware that I was dancing beautifully to the ecstasy of my self-passion, and the rhythm of my ambitions.
"À brilliant coeur rien d'impossible."
I said to myself as I could recall my past life, it was a coat of my mother tongue that I love saying before going to work every day.
I don't know why, but thinking about the forbidden truly makes me feel at peace, was this what it means to be a Warlock, to succumb to your ambitions and the purpose of your forte?
Well, whatever it was I did not know, but one thing was for sure, to protect the family I love, to reach the summit I sought, to exceed the expectation of everyone, I will need discipline and focus like never before, with all honesty I don't need to be the strongest, I just need to be the best at what I am good at.
These thoughts glitter beautifully in the back of my head, eventually, I lost track of time, but even this period of thinking did not last long seeing I was so knocked out of my zone when I heard Mother's voice followed by the clap of hands.
"Bravo... Sherlock. I never knew you were into ballet, and you're so good at it too, when did you learn to dance like that?"
At the sound of the familiar voice, I suddenly paused as I look at my mother, and then at myself, and I was surprised to find myself in Pirouette position, my toes anchored abnormally perfectly on the ground as I maintain a level of balance I could not achieve before.
'Ha... When did I start dancing, how am I dancing, and why am I dancing?'
I ask myself in shock, this puzzle me greatly, it was as if I was hypnotized by a strong desire to express myself at that moment, but what was creepy was the fact that I became painfully aware of my situation just now instead of earlier.
My body moves almost like it was not even my own, but regardless of that I stop what I was doing, and I look at mother who was dressed in a full dark cloak leaving only a portion of her face to be seen.
"Ha. I thought you would be a little embarrassed since I caught you red-handed, but I guess being an emotionless dancer has a rather esoteric beauty to it as well."
"Well, we all have secrets, sad to say you unravel one of mine, but moving on from that, I presume you are here for the mask."
"Of course, Denzel get your ass in here."
"Ha?"
Upon hearing this, I watch by the door and that is when I saw Denzel with a bitter expression on his face looking at me.
"You good big brother Denzel?"
"..."
I asked trying to engage in a conversation with him, but he had a bitter expression on his face, so much so, he look like he was on the verge of exploding with anger.
"I see, I presume I look different to you?"
Eventually, he just looked at me and asked.
"Why?"
"Why what big brother?"
"Why did you have to suddenly awaken to such a fuck up new ability, just looking at you is a mental cluster fuck for my head, honestly please do something about it, your looks, your voice, and worst of all your dance is like hers, no it's a perfect imitation of it, don't tell me you can now take the talent of the dead for yourself?"
He said with an angry voice, his hand trembling, his eyes full of fury, but I could tell he was holding himself back from attacking me.
He bit his lip in frustration, meanwhile, Deliah look at him and said.
"Take the talent of the dead, what do you mean?"
Denzel began to breathe in and out in an attempt to calm himself down, as he explain a little about his past before joining mother Deliah's family.
"It's just like how it sounds, Sherlock has... has... taken the form of my deceased aunt, Giana Moore, but not only her form but also her talent, her gift she spend years training to perfection, you see my aunt was a professional Ballet dancer, who made a living as a performer for nobles and just looking at him doing something my aunt spend years to master with training, only for it to be stolen and imitated to perfection is truly heartbreaking."
Denzel said with anger and sadness in his voice.
Meanwhile, I look at Denzel in surprise, then at myself, as I came to a sudden realization.
'Desired form does not take only the form of a person's loved one, but instead makes a carbon copy of them, if that is the case, doesn't that mean this ability is busted as hell, what would happen if where to fight amongst a crowd, wouldn't that allow my to take away the talent of all the treasured people who have passed away from my observer's point of view?'
'Amazing so this is the power I inherited from the witch of Secrets, or maybe my Lord of Phantoms suddenly went through an odd evolution resulting in a combination of Phantom mask and desired form giving birth to a mysterious power to inherit the talents of the dead of those who perceived me as a lost loved one, but there has to be a limit right?'
But meanwhile, as I think about it, Mother Deliah look at me with interest her hand on her chin as she said.
"I see, your power is getting odder and odder the older you get, but regardless Denzel, Sherlock doesn't have perfect control over this power as yet, please just cut him some slack, I perfectly understand how you feel about this, I can understand the pain of losing someone, but it's not his fault, that's why he is going to the academy to master this gift of his, till then just bear with, or get over it, like how I did, the past is the past, just bury your regrets and leave it there."
Denzel did not answer he just walk up to me, and said.
"Just please hurry use your phantom mask on me already."
I sighed at this, as I did what he asked.
My hand touches his face, and a blank white mask suddenly emerges on his face.
It wasn't long before he began to transform due to the effects of the Phantoms mask.
Skip a moment later, and you will find an elderly-looking man that was short in stature, his head was shiny and ball, and he had a white beard covering his face, this time however his skin was clear, wrinkled, and fill with a lot of age spots.
With this finish and done, Denzel left the room without uttering another word.
Mother Deliah sighed at this as she took off her hood revealing her face while saying.
"Please do forgive him, as you said, everyone has their secrets, and the person he sees you as ironically enough is the person he hates the most, but also the person he wants to see the most as well."
"He sounds like a walking contradiction if you ask me."
I said in a neutral tone.
"Either way, just give him some space, not everyone is emotionally or mentally strong."
"Yeah, Yeah."
I said out loud as I place my hand on my mother's face, preparing to place a phantom mask on her, and just like what happened to Denzel, Mother Deliha's face was covered in a blank mask, which soon began to morph her form, her body grew taller, that it originally was, and her pink hair was no more either, instead, it became long and brown.
Her skin lighten a little bit, and a handsome man with dazzling yellow eyes could be seen before me not long after, the phantom mask took effect.
His voice was deep, but alluring in its own way.
The tall man, well mother looked at me and said while laughing.
"Hahaha. Thank you so much, Sherlock, your disguise is always beautifully done, we will be back before morning so take care ok."
"Yeah, I wish you luck on your mission."
"Cheerios Sherlock."
With that said mother left the room as she and Denzel prepare to steal from the baroness.